“Well, they’re no good if they can’t see that—five dollars, pay for the two hours you’ve waited.”
The man looked at the bill and took it. “Faith an’ now I know ye’re the gentlemon,” he said with a leer.
It is strange yet true that such a man can always see better with a bank bill over his eyes. “Did my friend Leslie get home all right?”
“Yes, sor.”
“Anybody waiting up for him?” carelessly.
“His wife I reckon, sor—leastways she let him in directly the kerriage stopped.”
This was a point for the detective.
He made a note of it.
“Have you driven for Mr. Leslie before?”